New Arrival

On July 18th, our son Sebastiaan Haight arrived at 10:09 AM after a 31 hour drug-free labor. As promised at the start of this blog, I will refrain from cheezy references that include "bundle of joy" and "miracle," but he is truly amazing.

Thank you to everyone that shared this journey with me and helped me keep my sense of humor. I will continue the blog to share the craziness that is being a new mom. My baby is three weeks old and I've already been peed on, pooped on and in the path of projectile spit up. More to come...stay tuned.

Hot Chip

The pregnancy books say that by your third trimester, the fetus has hearing capacity and recognize voices. I do actually feel bad for baby sometimes, because he has been privy to some boring conversations and sounds when you think about it. Baby's had to sit through my work presentations on best practices for software acquisitions, the horrible Matt Damon spy thriller I watched in entirety because the remote was across the room and I couldn't muster up the energy to change the channel (really, I swear, even though Matt Damon looks really good in a suit) and conversations with my midwife on how the baby is squishing my organs. So I like to try and mix it up and listen to a little bit cool music every day. I swear though, he has musical preferences. The verdict- indie rock. Especially Hot Chip. Every time I play Ready for the Floor by Hot Chip, he goes crazy. I have my hubby as a witness. I think this kid is pretty cool so far that he likes the Hot Chip and Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream.

Nice To Meet You Too

This past weekend, my husband and I attended a holiday BBQ hosted by his cousin's extended family that we've never met. Not five minutes after we arrived, a little kid about three years old came running up to me and gave me a huge bear hug. It was quite sweet really. His grandmother ran after him, and after introductions, explained to her grandson that I had a baby in my belly. He became very pensive, then put his hand on my belly and yelled "baby!" I told him that, yes there is a baby in there. He then proceeded to shove his hand between my legs, lifted up my dress in the process and yelled "baby!" again. Um, kid, baby is not ready to come out yet and meet the family. In fact, I just met these people and wasn't quite planning on the first thing for them to learn about me is what kind of underwear I wear.

There Are Worse Things I Could Do

A dear friend of mine shared the exciting news the other day that he completed an Iron Man triathlon. I am so beyond impressed, as I see swimming 2.4 miles, biking 100 miles and running a marathon each extraordinary feats unto themselves, let alone doing all these things in one day. Given that my athleticism consists of nothing more than walking and pre-natal yoga, I realize that an Iron Man is something I will never accomplish in my lifetime. I must say that I am totally okay with that. In fact, I can't think of anything I'd rather do less, including experiencing labor, which as you all know I am not looking forward to... I got a flash in my head of the scene from the movie Grease where Rizzo started singing "There Are Worse Things I Could Do" after making out with Knickie. It made me realize that there are things in life I'd rather do less than labor, with an Iron Man topping the list. Here are other things that come to mind:

-See Dick Cheney naked
-Take the bar exam again
-Make out with Flava Flav
-Be in a Turkish Prison
-Sit through a Trace Adkins concert
-Attend a Mel Gibson film festival

I know there has to be more. Please feel free to add in the comments section.

I totally feel better now.

Large and In Charge

So I finally got the most dreaded comment of all by a stranger: "Oh, you must be due any day now!" Oh, no you didddn'ttt! I don't know if I was more irritated by the fact that she felt the need to point out that I look huge or that she did so while blocking me from the ice cream freezer at the supermarket on a 92 degree day.

My Feet Are Somewhere

I can no longer see past my belly when I look down, which is presenting a new set of challenges. Here are some areas where this new phenomenon is particularly inconvenient:

1. Cutting my toenails. I can no longer see my feet, so cutting my own toenails did not go well.

2. Dropping the soap in the shower. Now I understand the genius of soap on a rope and vow to never make fun of it again.

3. Peeing in public restrooms. Squatting to pee when I can't see the hole in the toilet seat does not
help my aim. It wasn't until mid-stream while peeing in an office building the other day that I realized the seat cover was down and I was peeing all over it. Classy.

Sweet Dreams

Apparently pregnant women often have vivid dreams, so I thought it was going to be fun when I started having some fantasy dreams. However, the topics of my dreams have turned out to be quite pathetic. Last month, I had a dream about a huge plate of sushi and giant mug of beer. Yes, I am not supposed to indulge in either one of those things while pregnant and certainly do miss them, but it would've been much more exciting if the dream was about sushi, beer and say a shirtless David Beckham. Last night I actually had a dream about sleeping through the night without going to the bathroom. While yes, that definitely is a fantasy at this point, so is George Clooney wielding a pair of handcuffs. Can we bump this up a notch please? What is even more sad is that for a brief moment, I got really, really excited last night when I thought I actually had slept through the night without getting up to pee, until I realized that it was 4:30 am and I had woken up from this exciting dream because I really did have to pee. Good times.